Many
people have held out hope that it would never happen again. Yet here it
is: I’ve written another poem. Yes, I do
know I’m not a poet. Real poets? They feel compelled to write poetry. Me? I
write poetry more out of…rebellion.
Real poets write poetry from the heart. I think mine is more from the liver.
Maybe pancreas.
As if it’s
not enough that I’ve ignored the pleas of those who’ve read my poetry before,
this particular poem must be read in the voice of a well-schooled Shakespearean
actor. Those who are weak of constitution or who are…you
know…English-literature-literate, should read with caution. And also with my
apologies.
Shall We
Hence E’er Supersize?
Each order
placed of burgers, fries,
And yet again with apple pies,
The question fails not to arise,
“Hey, would you like to supersize?”
And yet again with apple pies,
The question fails not to arise,
“Hey, would you like to supersize?”
Hence from
my lips, my heart, the cries,
Tho some pray think it ill-advised,
Naught let me waste yon deep-fried prize.
“Yes! Yes! Please, thou must supersize!”
Tho some pray think it ill-advised,
Naught let me waste yon deep-fried prize.
“Yes! Yes! Please, thou must supersize!”
Then oft
I’ve sought with earnest tries,
Denying tempted food revise,
Yet find I still, to my demise,
I cannot spurn the supersize.
And though I thought ‘twas burgers, fries,
That didst attain to supersize
Alas, and to my dread surprise,
I find it’s my rear-end and thighs.
Denying tempted food revise,
Yet find I still, to my demise,
I cannot spurn the supersize.
And though I thought ‘twas burgers, fries,
That didst attain to supersize
Alas, and to my dread surprise,
I find it’s my rear-end and thighs.
Did it
bring a tear to your eye? I’m a bit misty myself. I’m not sure what touches my
heart (liver?) more than a poem about, well, more.
In this
life, we so often find ourselves wanting more and more. Unless we’re talking
about my poetry, of course. As for money, fame, things—we’re famous for wanting
more, more, more. Extra-triple-absurdly-super-sized.
How the
love of Christ changes our “more.” Paul said in Philippians 1:9-10, “And it is
my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all
discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and
blameless for the day of Christ,” (ESV).
Love for
people—and even more, more, more, our love for God—is most appropriate when
it’s supersized and growing. It really does begin with a growing love of God.
“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your might,” (Deut. 6:5, ESV). We’re charged to love God with all
our hearts. Then more, with all our soul. Then more than more, with all our
strength. Jesus Himself said it was the greatest commandment in Matthew 22:37
and included “all your mind.”
That love for people comes as Christ shines His through us, all included in that supersized “more and more” package. Paul talks about it when he says, “All the time we are being changed to look like Him, with more and more of His shining-greatness. This change is from the Lord Who is the Spirit,” (2 Corinthians 3:18, NLV). More and more of His shining-greatness, more and more changes. Glory!
As for the burgers, they’re making changes of an entirely different variety. I’d make another rhyme but it might go against propriety.
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Rhonda Rhea is a humor columnist for lots of great magazines, including HomeLife, Leading Hearts, The Pathway and more. She is the author of 10 nonfiction books, including How Many Lightbulbs Does It Take to Change a Person? and coauthors fiction with her daughter, Kaley Faith Rhea. She and her daughters host the TV show, That’s My Mom, for Christian Television Network’s KNLJ. Rhonda enjoys traveling the country speaking at all kinds of conferences and events. She and her pastor/hubs have five grown children and live in the St. Louis area.
Thanks Rhonda. This is a great reminder to develop a daily habit of desiring more of Him and less of me/us.
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